Eu cito

Is this one for the people? Is this one for the Lord? Or do I simply serenade for things I must afford? You can jumble them together, my conflict still remains Holiness is calling, in the midst of courting fame Cause I see the trust in their eyes Though the sky is falling They need Your love in their lives Compromise is calling What if I stumble, what if I fall? What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all? Will the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl? What if I stumble, and what if I fall? What if I stumble, what if I fall? You never turn in the heat of it all What if I stumble, what if I fall? Father please forgive me for I can not compose The fear that lives within me Or the rate at which it grows If struggle has a purpose on the narrow road you've carved Why do I dread my trespasses will leave a deadly scar Do they see the fear in my eyes? Are they so revealing? This time I cannot disguise all the doubt I'm feeling What if I stumble? Everyone's got to c...

If God had a name what would it be? And would you call it to his face? If you were faced with him In all his glory What would you ask if you had just one question? *And yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make his way home If God had a face what would it look like? And would you want to see If seeing meant that you would have to believe in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets (*) Trying to make his way home Back up to heaven all alone Nobody calling on the phone 'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome(*) Just trying to make his way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to heaven all alone Just trying to make his way home Nobody calling on the phone 'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

It's not a habit, it's cool I feel alive If you don't have it your onthe other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie).

Do you remember my sister? How many mistakes did she make with those never blinking eyes? I couldn’t work it out. I swear she could read your mind, your life, the depths of your soul at one glance. Maybe she was stripping herself away, saying Here I am, this is me I am yours and everything about me, everything you see... If only you look hard enough I never could. Our life was a pillow-fight. We’d stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched ready. Her with her milky teeth, so late for her age, and a Stanley knife in her hand. She sliced the tyres on my bike and I couldn’t forgive her. She went blind at the age of five. We’d stand at the bedroom window and she’d get me to tell her what I saw. I’d describe the houses opposite, the little patch of grass next to the path, the gate with its rotten hinges forever wedged open that Dad was always going to fix. She’d stand there quiet for a moment. I thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head. Then she’d say: I...